Life in Our House since the Little One made her grand entrance to the world: the highs, lows, chaos and calamity of joining the parenthood club

Friday, 7 October 2016

In which the first level four poo occurred

Never be lulled into a false sense of security that your
baby doesn’t do poo explosions.Babies
do poo explosions.All of them.In the first weeks of the Little One's life I laughed along with
the other NCT mums on our What’sApp group about middle of the day baths, poo up
to the shoulder blades, multiple changes of clothes etc (amazing how much there
is to say on the topic).But these
events just didn’t happen in our house.Nappy
changes were civil and contents well contained. I felt very secure (and maybe
a little smug) that I did not have a pooey baby.Until the Little One hit 7 weeks old.To paint the scene, it was a beautiful sunny May day. My husband had just
returned to work. The Little One and I were sat in the
garden.She was having a feed; I was
reading a book and pondering my luck at being on maternity leave in such stunning
weather.The birds were chirping in the
trees and there was a nice cooling breeze.A pause in feeding preceded the sound of three large explosions.Feeding resumed.As I sat the Little One up for a burp I learned
a lesson: three pumps is the tipping point for any nappy.My first level four poo had occurred*.And so we both had our first middle of
the day bath.Now, pre-Little One, I would have been fairly grossed out by these
events.But something weird happens when
there’s a baby around: poo becomes a source of great humour and is in fact one
of my favourite topics of conversation (hence this post).So I took a photo and sent it to my husband.Note to self - when he’s at work poo is not
so funny.

As I dressed the Little One in my current favourite outfit this
morning to meet some work colleagues for a coffee, my poo monitoring system was
warning that a poo was well overdue.It’s
been four days.I was also aware that
she has now outgrown what was fondly termed her ‘poo dress’ and that
another lucky garment needed to acquire the dubious honour.As the inevitable happened and I sponged off
my jeans, changed a nappy, wet-wiped an entire windmilling baby, stopped her from chewing the full nappy bag, and re-dressed her on the floor
of a toilet with no baby changer (because clearly these things always happen in
the one non-baby-friendly place you venture out to that month), I was reminded
of my first level four experience.Not that there haven’t been plenty in the
interim – most frequently during car journeys where I can more or less be sure that
the motion will assist a motion, if you get my drift, and where the poo is able
to seep nicely into all the crevasses of the carseat – but because I still haven’t
learned that after a four day interval, I really do need to pack a change of
mummy clothes as well as baby clothes.Big
sigh.Live and learn. Live and learn.

*Definition:any poo that achieves a passage beyond the
baby’s clothes to your own

I'm scared to write this down in case I jinx it..... but at nearly 10 months old we've never had a level 4 poo explosion! We've had a standard poonami but not an all out bath-in-the-midlle-of-the-day explosion! #kcacols

Ahh you've brought back some wonderful memories with this post, haha! I remember having to completely change my son's outfit in the passenger seat of my sister's car when he was a few months old. Why do these things always happen when there are no facilities about?! x #KCACOLS